A/N: Hi everyone! I know if you've read my other stories (as athena24454) you know that I don't update very reliably. Sorry for that. I have to update my stories from friends' computers. But- try this first chapter & see if you like it. I can't promise to update every day but I promise to update as much as I can!
I stood in my bathroom staring at the little white stick. It looked harmless enough. Just a piece of plastic, right? Wrong. This little stick would reveal my future in the next minute and 27 seconds. I shook the pregnancy test hoping to speed up the results. I just wanted it to say negative as fast as possible so I could finally stop worrying.
" B?" Serena questioned, knocking on the door to my bathroom. I didn't answer. I was grateful that she brought the test but I was trying my hardest not to cry and talking would push me over the edge. The door handle twisted and she walked in. Her blonde hair hung on her shoulders with that just-cut look from a recent hair cut. She was in a dress that personally, I wouldn't have picked but it was defiantly Serena's style. " Any news?"
I gave her a vicious look. The timer on my red blackberry buzzed. This was the defining moment. I grabbed the test and without hesitation, looked at the results. Two blue lines. What did that mean? I scramble through the piles of cosmetics on my white, marble counter until I find the box. I shake it so the directions fall on the counter.
One Pink Line = Negative
Two Blue Lines = Positive
I read the directions over and over. It must be wrong. It had to be wrong. " Blair, it's positive." Serena said in awe. She puts hands on my shoulders.
I take the test and hurl it at the wall. It crushes and falls to the floor. Then I turn to Serena. " Really? I had no idea, Serena! Thanks for clearing that up."
"Look, I know you're upset. I just want to help." The look on her face told me she really did just want to help. But I didn't care.
"You always just want to help! Just like you helped when you slept with Nate, am I right?"
Serena jumped back like she'd been slapped. Her eyes filled with tears. "At least I'm not pregnant and don't know who the father is." She runs out of the room slamming the door behind her. I leaned against the wall and fell down to the floor. The tears I'd been fighting back poured over.
Serena was wrong. I knew I was pregnant but I also knew who the father was. In nine months Chuck Bass was going to be a father.
Time passed but I didn't know the difference between a minute and an hour. It all blended together. What would I do with a baby? Im a teenager for God's sake! I wasn't ready to be a mother. And this child deserved more than a mother like me. I never wanted children. If I would be anything like my mom, I shouldn't be allowed to reproduce. Especially not Chuck's child.
Oh God. Chuck. What was I going to do about him? He would make an awful father. I bet he would want me to get an abortion. But did I want to get one?
"Miss. Blair?" Dorota asked, peering her head around the corner. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at me. I was sitting on the floor. My makeup had run completely down my face. This was not the Blair Waldorf look. She rushed over and grabbed my hand. "Oh Miss. Blair! Are you alright? Should I get Miss. Eleanor?"
I quickly wiped the tears from my face and stood up. "No need. Am I late?" Even if I was pregnant, I sure as hell wasn't going to ruin my attendance record.
"No." She eyed me with curiosity. There was something going on and Dorota was determined to figure it out.
"Excellent. Bring me my uniform."
"But Miss. Blair. You were just-"
I interrupted her. "Did I say to argue with me? Bring me my uniform" Dorota scurried away. I went to my vanity and sat in the pristine white chair. My hair was in a sort of half up pony tail with wisps flying out in every direction. I let it loose from the restriction of the rubber hairband. It fell around my face. I studied my reflection in the mirror. I looked awful.
I grabbed my foundation-a tanner color than normal- to give my face some color. Dorota had come back by the time I got to applying to lipgloss. She layer my uniform, inside the dry cleaner's bag, on my bed. "Thank you, Dorota. That will be all." She gave a loud huff but left the room.
I threw my uniform on with ease. Pretty soon I wouldn't be able to wear it. Not that not wearing my uniform was a problem for me. But it meant that I wouldn't be able to wear any of my clothes. Not the new Chanel line. Or the new Gucci. I'd be wearing clothes from one of the giant sized maternity stores on 12th. Or I'd have to get my mother to make me new clothes.
Oh God. My mother. What would I tell her? She was going to kill me. And what would I tell Daddy? They were going to be so disappointed and probably disown me. No doubt they will want me to get an abortion.
After dressing, I took the limo to school. It took about fifteen minutes to get to Constance Billiard on a good day. However, this was not a good day. The traffic was unbearable. Getting to school took 45 minutes. Which meant the late bell was going to ring any minute.
We pulled up to the curb and Wilson, the chauffeur, opened my door. I stepped out of the limo and started hustling to the doors. I rounded the corner of the building to find none other than Chuck Bass himself holding the wall up while smoking a cigarette. He threw it on the ground and smashed it under his foot before running up to me. By that time I was turning around and hurrying up the stairs to the school.
Chuck grabbed my arm and spun me around. "Don't stop on my account."
"It's not good for the- uh..." his eyes moved to my stomach.
Serena told him. "Serena shouldn't have told you." I kept walking.
"Blair! Will you please stop! We need to talk!" I turned around to glare at him. I started to give a clever response but my stomach did a flip, making me gag. "You're having my kid. We need to talk about this."
At that moment my stomach pain took a turn for the worst. It was the worst pain I'd ever felt. Like someone was stabbing me in my stomach with a knife and kept twisting it. Tears sprang to my eyes. I fell on my knees with my things scattering everywhere. "Blair!"
My mind was hazy. Chuck was there. He was on the phone. His voice told me he was worried. But I could only focus on the pain. I heard sirens get closer. The school doors flew open and a mob of teachers and students ran out. They crowded around me trying to either see what was happening or help me.
My baby. The thoughts raced through my head in a instant. But they took place of the pain. This wasn't just stomach pain. This was my baby. My child. And it was in danger. I reached up and took Chuck's arm. "Chuck." My voice was strained and barely heard over the blaring sirens and yells of people but he heard it. His ocean blue eyes connected with me. "It's the baby." His eyes grew wide as he realized the fact that our child was in danger.
Chuck scooped me up in his arms and carried me over to the ambulance. His voice carried over the crowd as he talked to the paramedics. They nodded to what Chuck said and put me on the stretcher in the ambulance. It took only a second for Chuck to jump in the ambulance beside me.
My cell phone in my purse buzzed. Chuck reached into it. "W-who is it?"
Chuck looked from my face to the phone. " Blair..."
I reach out with unsteady hands and take the phone. It was a text with a picture of me clutching my stomach. Underneath it was a caption that read, "Looks like B had some serious tummy troubles. Is this UES princess just attention deprived? Or has the soon to be mommy taken a turn for the worse? Yes, that's right. B is pregnant. So I guess the virgin queen has officially been deflowered. You know you love me, XOXO Gossip Girl."
I read the text again. Gossip Girl knew. But how? My stomach clenched again as the ambulance came to a stop outside of Lenox Hill Hospital. "We're almost there Blair. Just hold on a few more minutes." The paramedics transfer me from the stretcher to a wheelchair and Chuck wheeled me up to the counter. The red-headed clerk looked me and down and gave the paperwork to him. An orderly came from around the corner and grabbed the wheelchair handles to push me.
"No! I won't go alone! Chuck!" I yelled out, making the nurse stop.
The nurse motions for Chuck to follow us. He takes my hand and we resume going down the hall. The nurse asked Chuck a series of questions. We get to my room and he tells Chuck to wait there while I get x-rayed. "No. She can't get an x-ray. She's pregnant." I gave him a look of annoyance. Why wouldn't he just let me get the test done. This was no time to get overprotective. He gave me a shrug. "I read it somewhere. Something about radiation." The nurse gave me a look and I could tell what she was thinking. Typical teenage pregnancy. Hell, I was thinking the same thing.
"Alright. We'll put you in this room for now. A doctor should be here soon to do an ultra sound." she looked sympathetically at me. "Good luck."
Her reaction frightened me. What's luck have to do with it? So I asked, "Is it bad?"
"There's no way to know without tests. Just be patient."
I looked at her harshly. "Is my baby in danger?" Her face gets sad.
"It's likely that your baby will not make it. But I can't say for sure. The doctor will be here soon." With that she turned on her heel and left.
Chuck came over and stood by the bed. "Is it easing off?"
"A bit." I closed my eyes breathed hard.
We sat there in silence for a while, unmoving. There was a loud shout from down the hall. The door to my room bursts open. "Blair Eleanor Waldorf!" Oh no. My mother stood in the doorway. She looked almost as terrible as I did. She moved to reveal that she wasn't the only tyrant in the room. Chuck's dad stood behind her. They both wore scowls.
"Mother! What are you doing here?" I ask her.
"What do you mean? I'm here to get my pregnant daughter and take her home."
"I'm afraid you can't do that just yet." a voice said from the doorway. Every eye turned to face the mysterious voice. It was a woman in a white lab coat. She had short black hair and was about 40. "Hello everyone. I'm Doctor Greene."
"Yes. Well, hello. I would like the discharge papers for my daughter immediately."
"You must be Blair's mother. I don't think you understand the severity of the situation, Mrs. Waldorf. Blair is experiencing major stomach pains. That could mean something potentially fatal to her and the child she's carrying. Now, I don't believe were dealing with something that serious but it still needs to be checked out." My mom gave a loud huff. Stubborn to a fault sometimes. "I need you all to leave for just a few minutes while I give Blair an ultrasound." She pushed people out of the room until it was just us.
"I'm sorry abo-" I started to say.
"Trust me, i've had worse." she gave me a smile and I found that I could trust her. She walked up to me and pulled my hospital gown up until it was about halfway up my stomach. "This will be cold." she said as she squirted the gel onto my stomach. I flinched at the temperature. The machine next to her flicked on. Except I didn't see anything. "Alright. This is what I expected."
"I don't see anything. I'm not pregnant?" my heart fell as I uttered this three words.
"Not exactly. You are pregnant. Your baby just isn't in your uterus. You have what's called an ectopic pregnancy. Your baby was fertilized in the uterus lining. Luckily, we caught it in time. Any longer and you would have suffered severe problems."
"But this can be fixed?"
She flashed a bright smile. "Absolutely! You are on painkillers right now but those should wear off in a few hours. As soon as those are up you can start taking a new medication that should correct your problem. However, you need to take it easy. There is always the possibility of you overexerting yourself. If that happens you will need a very extensive surgery."
I smiled back. I was fine. The baby was fine. Everything was going to be fine. "Thank you."
She flipped the machine off and walked to the door. Before she left she said, "I'm sending your mother back in." Nice warning.
My mother came in five minutes later. She just stared at me for awhile before walking up to the bed and slapping me as hard as she could. I didn't dare cry. A single tear slipped down my cheek. "Do you know what you've done?" she hissed. "You went like a white trash little whore and got knocked up. Your future is ruined. Do you think they will let you into Yale now. Or even Constance! Nobody wants you anymore."
"Chuck..."
She let out a cruel laugh. "You're relying on Chuck Bass? He doesn't want you either Blair. He's smart. He knows with you hanging around he won't go anywhere."
"Maybe I should do everyone a favor an just get an abortion!"
"You are not going to disgrace our family with an abortion. This child will go up for adoption. In the meantime you will be leaving New York. Your father has agreed to keep you for the duration of this pregnancy. Although I think we should send you to some convent, I agree it's not the most secure place for you."
"Chuck won't agree."
"Chuck Bass wont know. You will tell him that you lost this baby. So, when you leave it will only seem natural that you need time to cope. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"I will send Chuck in. As for Bart, well, I'll deal with him."
This felt so wrong. But she was right. Chuck didn't want this baby. And as much as I hated him, I loved him more. I wouldn't drag him down with me. He meant to much to me for that.
Chuck rushed into the room. "Blair! Is the- is everything alright?" he questioned.
"Chuck..."
"Listen, I've had time to think. I know this isn't ideal. And I know I'm an ass most of the time. And I know that you're not over Nate. But this baby can be the best of both of us. We can raise it together. I get that you and I argue relentlessly and that we never get along but I'm willing to try this if you are."
I loved him. More than Nate. And he wanted to be with me. But because I loved him, I had to let him live his life. "Chuck, I lost the baby."
"What?" his voice was barely a whisper.
"I lost it."
"No. I don't believe it. I won't."
I raise my voice, "Chuck! The baby is dead!" He turned to the table in the corner and kicked it. The table broke into prices. When he turned back, he was crying. "Chuck." "I can't Blair." he said and stormed out of the room.
It was official. I was truly alone.
A/N: So, a little tense. As you can see- Chuck & Blair have a very different relationship. But it will get back to old Chuck & Blair soon. Promise. Serena & Nate will come back into the picture soon too. So... Don't give up! Reviews are always welcome. I love to know how I'm doing...even if you think I suck!.So send me your love!
